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letra de the man with the black beard - nightwalker

“midnight, when the graves gave open and death strikes. how? you’ll learn the answer in just a moment in the man with the black beard.”

[verse 1:]

i never in my life imagined i’d be in the spot i am today
i’m still alive at 25, so many people p-ssed away
it’s crazy how i lasted, hey the good die young, but strong survive
i walk with pride, i raise my fist for those who fought and died
from new york i’m live, fortified by past mistakes
they’re watching us from satellites, and in the gr-ss they’re snakes
my p-ssion’s great and the foundation of my temple’s strong
truth in every song, but won’t be famous ’til i’m dead and gone
i understand that and accept it but i ran sack
a record exec with no respect for my rap until my hands crack (brap)
stand back, watch and learn until your optics burn
my spot’s confirmed ’cause my respect for hip-hop was earned
i’m not concerned with your possessions or your records sold
you left your soul next to your hanc-ck, now you gettin’ old
i’ll never fold under pressure and i promise that
i’ll keep on climbing with the f-ckin’ world on my back

chorus:

’cause death is hard but life is harder still
sometime’s it’s easier to dismantal than to start to build
modest k!ll, close friends drift and act weird, he cracked beers
who? the man with the black beard
[2x]

“but when danger threatened innocent people, and when evil doers plotted against justice and…”

[verse 2:]

yo, that’s when i put my foot down and raised my fist to the sky sincere
started reading books, before that i was getting high for years
educated by my peers, we stuck together like pages in p-rn
through thick or thin, sink or swim, thru the waves of the pond
let’s turn the page of the song to present day
i never play, i compromise, but never compromised my pride in any way
on the seventh day, i never rest, i just work harder
f-ckin’ pedal to the metal, level obstacles like monstertrucks
down on my luck, i’m stuck in purgatory circling
it’s getting on my nerves like skin still waiting for the words to spin
it’s worthless, what’s the purpose, i’m losing control
i can’t afford a descent meal, tryin’ to sell food for the soul
tryin’ to shoot for a goal with a hole that’s smaller than the ball
while they foulin’ but the ref ain’t calling it at all (dude what the f-ck)
i’ll brawl ’til i fall, and they mistake the win
they crawl up to the net, and calmly place it in

[chorus]

- nightwalker

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